Peaked in High School

Sometimes I get scared that I might've peaked in high school Cause life has really thrown me round since then Got a job and quit cause it turns out I'm not quite built for it Losing touch with all my so called friends Where do I go from here And why can't I just fall in line Or disappear Hate that I'm still searching for something better Will I ever be content Will I ever feel like something is so great that I Would like to make it permanent What's the point of existing If we don't make it interesting Who am I to say this shit To you I'm so irrelevant Sometimes I get scared that I'll never see my Dad again Cause heaven seems like such a made up thing People die and people cry it sucks when you get left behind So I smoke up just to forget the pain Where do I go from here And why can't I just fall in line Or disappear Hate that I'm still searching for something better Will I ever be content Will I ever feel like something is so great that I Would like to make it permanent What's the point of existing If we don't make it interesting Who am I to say this shit To you I'm so irrelevant Feels like I am torn in two When these thoughts hit out of the blue And I know that it's nothing new But what the fuck am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do What am I supposed to do What am I supposed to do What am I supposed to do What am I supposed to do Will I ever be content Will I ever feel like something is so great that I Would like to make it permanent What's the point of existing If we don't make it interesting Who am I to say this shit To you I'm so irrelevant Feels like I am torn in two When these thoughts hit out of the blue And I know that it's nothing new But what the fuck am I supposed to do?